Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Scientists,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.